Audience With The Beast Emperor.

It was just about time.
I cut my patrol across the interior of the Demon King’s Castle short and headed toward the audience chamber.
“Ah, it’s the Lord Demon King. Hello~”
“Thank you for your hard work, My Lord.”
The ones jogging up to my coordinates were Lyrim, the Guard Captain, and her subordinate sentries.
“We actually came up with a brand-new combat formation. If your schedule permits, would you like to take a quick look~?” Lyrim asked, offering a bright smile. “We named it ‘The Return of Formation Zamat MK II’.”
“This one is truly spectacular. It executes a steep dive-bomb at three times the velocity of our standard formations,” her subordinates added, passionately inviting me into their loop.
“My apologies, but my queue is a bit backed up today. I must fast-track my vector to initialize an audience with the Supreme Commanders,” I informed Lyrim and the others to decline the offer. “Kindly let my profile check it out during a more relaxed window next time.”
Spending runtime around them always optimized my comfort metrics, and if my parameters allowed it, I highly desired to spare a few frames to watch their demonstration.
“Ah, is that so? My profound apologies for cluttering your schedule.”
“Not at all, I still have a micro-fraction of runtime to chat. That said, allowing my frame to lag behind the schedule would compromise structural discipline across my cabinet, after all,” I noted, a tired chuckle escaping my lips. “I suppose it’s a matter of maintaining a sovereign’s face.”
“So a high-tier unit who stands at the absolute apex has to manage those exact classifications of hardships…っ” Lyrim murmured, deeply moved by the realization. Clenching her fist with intense conviction, she passionately pressed her point. “My own profile is tasked with anchoring the command matrix for our sentry forces. I calculate your psychological strain with absolute, painful precision. It is the absolute tragedy and bitter sorrow hard-coded into those who command from aboveっ!”
However—
“Captain, your profile has zero experience managing genuine hardship, right?”
“Your settings literally delegate one hundred percent of the processing labor to our queues, after all.”
Her subordinates ruthlessly injected a double-barrel sequence of reality checks against her.
“Ah, you guys are comprehensively cruel~! When a worst-case scenario initializes, my own vanguard flawlessly executes a crisp! Sharp! Disciplined! combat routine, you know!”
“Has your system ever processed a single frame of that layout…?”
“My processors have logged near-exclusive telemetry of your frame operating in a comprehensively loose, lazy state, you know…?”
“Oh, come on, you lot are teaming up against my profile~”
“Haha-ha.”
Encountering their wholesome, heartwarming dynamic successfully refreshed my internal metrics, a soft smile spreading across my lips.
“Ensure your units continuously focus on optimizing your tactical capabilities. I look forward to your yields.”
Feeling a lingering trace of reluctance to cut the interaction loop short, I finalized our conversation.
“Understood~! We shall meticulously polish the parameters of our formation until then, so please promise to audit it someday. Alright everyone, let’s push our performance stats to their absolute maximum so we can present a magnificent yield to the Lord Demon King!”
“Oh—!”
Answering Lyrim’s rallying cry, the sentries’ morale parameters underwent a massive escalation.
“Excellent, I shall execute transit now. Let’s touch base down the line.”
“Yes, sir~!”
“Thank you for your hard work, My Lord Demon King!”
Backed by the formal send-off loosed by Lyrim and her sentries, I guided my steps straight down the long corridor.
Today marked an absolute historical milestone since my vessel had undergone its succession loop to become the Demon King—the exact dynamic hour where the newborn Seven Supreme Commanders would officially assemble at a single coordinate.
“My profound gratification to your profiles for reporting to my coordinates, my trusted inner circle—Supreme Commanders.”
Seated firmly upon the high throne, I delivered my formal address to the seven high-tier demon units.
“At your sovereign command, My Lord Demon King.”
Kneeling flat with absolute reverence was a magnificent young maiden, her elongated silver hair contrasting beautifully against a military-style black raiment.
Lord Divine Eye (Vision) Stella.
She was the absolute first demon unit my vessel had established a visual link with following my reincarnation loop as the Demon King, and her profile easily cleared the absolute validation metrics to function as the most trusted inner circle among my inner circle. She commanded the entire first military wing specialized in high-caliber espionage and intelligence gathering.
“Beholding all seven of our profiles assembled at a single coordinate presents a comprehensively magnificent, grand view. Even assuming a massive army numbering a clean million human Heroes launched an assault vector, their lines would register as a non-serving variable before our power!”
Violently shifting his massive frame as a boisterous, grand laugh boomed through the space was the lion-kin beast-demon, his body fur painted entirely in a dazzling gold alloy.
Lord Beast Emperor (Gigantoror) Zegart.
Commanding the absolute highest offensive damage metrics across the entire army, he commanded the fourth legion, while his personal combat specs celebrated his frame as a peerless close-quarters brawler of unparalleled ferocity.
“The exact split second My Lord Demon King issues a directive, my own vanguard stands pre-programmed to fast-track navigation to your coordinates. To state the unvarnished reality, my personal queue is backed up with a mountainous pile of infrastructure work, so I highly desire that your system refrains from launching an administrative summon to compile our units over every single minor variable… Ah, negative, that verbal string was strictly an un-routed internal monologue.”
Venting her data stream in a completely flat, mechanical tone before quietly tacking a passive-aggressive grumble onto the tail end of her transmission was the demon construct manufactured from pristine silver metal.
Lord Alchemist General (Alchemist) Tsukuyomi.
She was a specialized Homunculus model synthesized directly by the hands of the previous Legion Commander, Izana, yet her current alchemical proficiency stats effortlessly eclipsed even her creator’s legacy code. She commanded the seventh army, which held absolute operational jurisdiction over all mechanical manufacturing and industrial infrastructure blocks.
“Your system is cleared to initiate a summoning loop for my profile across absolutely any timeframe, Freed-sama? My settings are zero percent restricted strictly to this official audience chamber; your processors can smoothly map a navigation vector straight into the master bedchamber—my vessel is primed to cooperate as your companion across both daytime and nighttime parameters, heh-heh.”
A peerless beauty boasting cascading, pastel-pink tresses unfurled a deeply hypnotic, seductive smirk across her features. Her highly provocative attire featured an extreme exposure index that could easily be miscalculated as standard undergarments.
Lord Succubus Princess (Dead Charm) Feria.
She commanded the third army, an elite corps comprised exclusively of specialists trained to deploy high-tier status disruptions, mental afflictions, and forbidden curses.
“If My Lord Demon King could simply fast-track an administrative policy to aggressively increase the demographic of hyper-adorable beast-girls and top-tier beauties across our Supreme Commander ranks, my personal delusion loops would achieve absolute optimization… Ah~! Tracking the spatial alignment between Onee-sama and Feria-sama has just unlocked a massive burst of creative inspiration inside my brain… my processors are primed to manufacture another explicit illustration series… heh-heh-heh-heh.”
Her focus completely disconnected from the current spatial sector as her mind wandered deep within a massive wave of fantasies was the nine-tailed fox maiden.
Lord Supreme Priest (Priest) Olivier.
The sixth army under her direct command loop was comprised entirely of high-tier demon units whose specs were explicitly specialized in advanced healing and restoration logistics.
“My internal timers indicate it’s just about time to run my mandatory afternoon rest cycle. Am I authorized to execute an early logout and clear the perimeter? Yawn…”
Muttering the query through a heavy yawn was a remarkably striking young boy, his frame defined by silver hair and a deep, sun-kissed skin tone. Yet, entirely defying his juvenile aesthetic layout, his registry logged his profile as one of the absolute oldest living demons in existence, commanding a raw mana pool that effortlessly rivaled independent Demon King models.
Lord Archmage (Master) Juda.
He commanded the fifth legion, an elite corps comprised strictly of high-tier magic-caster demographics.
“A rest cycle, you say…? My internal clock logs the current chronological data well within morning parameters, Legion Commander Juda,” a skeletal swordsman encased in an archaic set of full-body plate armor rumbled, his teeth clicking in severe disapproval.
He was a supreme undead entity pre-outfitted with elite blade arts, close-quarters combat multipliers, and a hard-coded ability to siphon away an enemy’s vital indicators.
Lord Undead King (Road Undead) Regal.
He commanded the second army, which operated as a massive, unified legion of the undead.
“Your settings are far too rigid and tedious, Regal-kun~”
“Our profiles are currently locked within the direct presence of the Lord Demon King. Every single unit present shall immediately enforce a strict protocol to mute all unauthorized, non-serving side-chatter.”
Juda cutely puffed out his cheeks like an annoyed child, driving Stella to sharply furrow her elegant brows to clamp down on the decorum.
“Oh, please, Stella. Your sub-routines are executing the exact same predictable script to display absolute obedience to the Demon King as usual~ Your internal code is transparently venting an exceptionally dense payload of loyalty—or rather, your maiden-in-love parameters are operating at absolute peak saturation, aren’t they?” Feria pointed out, her smirk expanding.
“N-Negative! That analysis is a complete calculation error! My vocal array is explicitly, strictly venting a data stream fueled entirely by my deep, ch-loyalty metricsっ!”
“Heh-heh, your speech sub-routines just suffered a noticeable stutter frame, you know?”
“Ugh-guh-guh…っ” Stella’s face turned comprehensively flushed, a brilliant scarlet washing over her features.
“Beholding the real-time interaction loop between those two units optimizes my cuteness tracking to maximum… comprehensively sacred…っ The data provides an infinite payload to fuel my Onee-sama $\times$ Feria-sama fantasy scripts… heh-heh-heh-heh,” Olivier murmured right beside her, her features completely melting into a starry-eyed, dazed expression. “Ah, but then again, running a Feria-sama $\times$ Onee-sama configuration represents an equally elite yield… the structural variations hard-coded into girl-on-girl romance are comprehensively boundless… gasp~”
Casting a casual, sidebar glance to audit the chaotic trio flanking their position, the alternate commanders initialized their own dialogue block.
“Hmph. Evaluating this assembly against the cabinet meetings logged under the previous sovereign, the room’s acoustic parameters have turned comprehensively boisterous, haven’t they?”
“My own processing nodes calculate that the current conversational layout handles structural governance with an exceptionally low efficiency index, milord.”
“Every single unit present commands a heavily backed-up personal schedule, after all.”
“The smartest calculation dictates that we fast-track our vector to hit the primary agenda block immediately. To state the unvarnished reality, my own profile lacks the necessary runtime to waste on tedious fluff… I highly desire that your system refrains from executing a time-sink loop that drains my processing bandwidth, milord.”
Zegart and Tsukuyomi were calmly weigh-checking the field variables.
…Wow. The exact fraction of a second all seven of these models consolidate at a single coordinate, their coordination metrics hit absolute zero. They lack even a trace of unified cohesion, I thought, a tired, self-deprecating chuckle escaping my lips as I ran a quick visual sweep across my Supreme Commanders.
Then again, analyzing their raw specifications, every single unit present commanded a comprehensively elite, peerless capability index within their respective specializations. Working in absolute synchronization, our network would guaranteed assemble the necessary power to completely insulate our borders against the incoming threat.
“The core directive that dictated an administrative summon to compile your profiles at these coordinates is perfectly straightforward. We must lock down our defense blueprints to counter the upcoming massive invasion of the Hero’s Vanguard.”
The absolute first Demon World Defense Strategy Summit—uniting the Demon King and his newborn Seven Supreme Commanders at a single table—officially initialized its active runtime.